As the first victim, the people of the Situ family were the most grieved and angry. Their first heir was beaten alive and seriously injured, but Mingguang had already given an explanation as soon as possible, and they could no longer accuse Mingguang.

However, due to Situ Weiyang's injury, he might not be able to get out of bed for a few months. He could only temporarily take him back to the Nan family to recuperate. At the same time, all of Situ Weiyang's retinue who were studying were recalled to accompany Situ Weiyang on his break from school.

Among them, Situ Enquan's face is the ugliest. Li Yifu, who reached an agreement with him, has disappeared, and the accusation of being a traitor has fallen on him. Unless something unexpected happens, an extremely dark prospect will be waiting for him in the future.

When the elders of the Situ family and the elders of the Li family met on the narrow road in Mingguang, they couldn't help but glare at each other, each with their own dissatisfaction. Because there were people from Mingguang accompanying them, their hands did not fight in the end, and they did not even say a word. But no one said a word.

He also knew that the Situ family and the Li family would become hostile forces from now on.

The sunshine after the rain shines onto the earth, and the autumn wind blows through the water droplets on the road, causing ripples.

In a restaurant in the Central Garden area, the hottest topic was naturally the recent torch incident.

The Holy Fire Club has always had a bad reputation, so the voice that seems to please people has naturally become the mainstream of discussions.

No one thought that several participants in this incident were among them, sitting around a dining table. They had just seen off Situ Weiyang.

Situ Weiyang's condition has indeed improved a lot, but his energy is still low and he looks a bit depressed. Facing Nan Xinghun's solemn thanks from his own mouth, he waved his hands feebly, wanting to say something stupid.

But when he saw Feng Qinglang standing quietly beside him, he couldn't say anything bad. He could only scratch his hair feebly and said with a smile: "I rarely do the right things. I rarely do one. I feel very happy. It's worth it."

Already."

When parting, Master Situ stood up from the soft sleeper of the carriage, and his attendants quickly helped him. Master Situ solemnly thanked Feng Qinglang: "Qinglang, thank you for saving me! Situ Weiyang will always owe you a life!" He thought very much.

He expressed his gratitude with solemn noble etiquette, but due to physical reasons, he only bent half of his waist, and his heart-rending cough stopped. The servants quickly let him lie down on the soft sleeper.

It must be that Master Situ rarely thanks anyone, so he feels a little awkward.

Feng Qinglang looked at Situ's pale face and smiled: "Situ, you saved yourself!"

Finally, the elders of the Situ family also knew the value of rescuing Situ Weiyang's pill. Su Rong expressed his stance to Nan Xinghun. The friendship between the Situ family and the Nan family has remained unchanged for thousands of years. A heavy gift will also be sent to the Nan family headquarters. Let's chat.

express one's feelings.

Listening to Nan Xinghun's decent response, Feng Qinglang felt that the sunshine outside the south gate of Mingguang Academy was also extremely irritated. The pill was obviously his, but why did the last gift go to that guy Nan Ling?

Anyway, things have finally come to an end.

In the restaurant, the atmosphere at their table was not too lively. The piano player seemed to sense their voices and kept playing the melody of memories.

After dinner, Feng Ling said to Feng Qinglang: "Um, Qinglang, my grandpa wants to meet you, do you have time?"

"Yeah!" Feng Qinglang's heart moved slightly. If the matter can be solved so quickly, is there someone going to settle the favor?

Behind the central garden auditorium, there is a group of quaint buildings, hidden in the dense shade of trees. It is quiet yet bustling. It is also the place with the tightest security in Mingguang. This is the residence of the highest-level family members of Mingguang.

The building here is in the older style of the central auditorium, and it should be the wealth left by the previous owner of the Luoyun Mountains.

There are not many pedestrians on the quiet road. The autumn wind blows across the earth, making the leaves dance and dance, playing the sound of autumn.

Feng Qinglang and Feng Ling walked side by side, just like a pair of old friends. They didn't necessarily need to talk endlessly, but it didn't seem awkward to be silent.

Feng Ling enjoyed the tranquility very much, but she still decided to say something. A yellow leaf happened to fall with the wind, she took it casually, her fingertips gently traced the wrinkles on the leaf, and whispered: "Qinglang... I know.

I was stabbed to death this afternoon, when the tip of the dagger was about to get close to my neck, did anything flash through my mind?"

This was a strange question, so Feng Qinglang turned her head a little strangely. The light reflected by the moonlight and the street lamp was not very bright, but Feng Ling's beautiful face seemed to be glowing, as if what she was about to say was

An extraordinarily sacred thing.

Feng Qinglang had no choice but to say seriously: "Did you have a flashback from your childhood?"

"That's not right!" Feng Ling shook her head, her voice became softer, "It actually flashed across your face, that serious look when you signed for me."

"Do you think it's strange?" She suddenly turned her head and smiled. The moonlight seemed to dim for a moment, and the shallow pear dimples seemed to be emitting light.

Feng Qinglang blinked hard. He was not slow. He was even very sensitive. When a girl tells you that between life and death, she actually thought of you and told you specifically, then she must not only think about you.

Let me tell you.

Feng Ling turned around, but the pear vortex was still there. She didn't expect Feng Qinglang to give any answer, and said casually: "By the way, Qinglang, do you have a girlfriend?" As soon as the words came out, her breathing became faster.

.

Feng Qinglang's expression darkened slightly, and some gray fragments passed through the lake of his heart like a fleeting light. The ripples were enough to make him feel dizzy. He quickly suppressed his mind. Memories represent the past and represent a future.

With no return, he said calmly: "No."

He thought for a while and then added: "Master Nan Ling told me that during school, everything should be focused on academics."

Feng Ling automatically ignored the last half of the sentence, a joyful look appeared on her eyebrows, and she deliberately walked half a step faster. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw that the shadows of the two people happened to be close to each other, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly again.

Feng Qinglang smiled silently and bitterly for it, with a hint of youthfulness and a hint of helplessness.

In front of an inconspicuous small building, the only decoration is the sycamore tree outside the door, like an elegant old housekeeper standing outside the door. Feng Ling stopped and said: "Well, it's sunny, this is it!"

The world behind the door is eye-catching. It is a kind of low-key luxury. The blanket under your feet may seem inconspicuous, but it is actually woven from the fur of high-level Warcraft. It is also embellished with multiple magic patterns to provide warmth in winter.

Effects such as cool summer and mute sound, and the artistic magic pattern on the wall is a defensive magic array. Feng Qinglang believes that this is enough to allow the house to withstand a full blow from a high-level power.

Paintings by famous artists are dotted in the pattern, which is natural. The largest painting is located on the back wall at the end of the hall. In the painting, the rising sun is rising in the east, full of pride. Under the rising sun, two old people are chatting and laughing, seeming to be talking about something funny.

, was laughing loudly, not particularly paying attention to the arrival of Feng Qinglang and Feng Ling.

One of the old men was Gu Tianxiao, whom Feng Qinglang knew. He was still as unkempt, with a messy beard and messy hairstyle. The other old man, whom he had never seen before, was energetic and full of life. He must be the one Feng Ling mentioned.

Grandpa.

"Grandpa, Qinglang is here!" Feng Ling said softly when she got close. There was naturally a bit of sweetness in her voice. Feng Ling must have been coquettish about her grandfather. She said it naturally.

He stood behind the old man.

The old man had a kind smile on his face and looked at Feng Qinglang with a very friendly look, just like looking at his future grandson-in-law. Feng Qinglang felt that the old man must be dazzled.

The old man said: "You are the Qinglang Lingling often talks about, right?"

Feng Ling's face immediately turned red, and she secretly tugged at the corner of the old man's clothes, as if she was worried that the old man would say something embarrassing.

Feng Qinglang secretly smiled bitterly and could only bow slightly. Just as he was thinking about how to address him, Gu Tianxiao said with a wide smile: "Boy, he is the dean of Mingguang, Jiang Shanyin."

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, and she said seriously: "Feng Qinglang has met the dean!"

"Don't be formal! Come, sit down, sit down!" Jiang Shanyin was like a hospitable elder, greeting Qinglang to come forward and sit down.

Feng Qinglang sat down in front of the two of them in a polite manner. Gu Tian smiled and said: "Boy, you are so tough. You can compare with my bad temper when I was young. I admire you!"
Chapter completed!